A/N: Look at this two weekends in a row. Go Me! I am winding down into the last part of the story. I have yet to read the new book. From what I've read on the book jacket, I already feel bad for Albus Severus. -Krys
Chapter Thirty:
Ron Weasley was one unhappy young man. He had a handful of Owls, enough to qualify for some classes. He was getting married to the one girl in the whole school that he wanted to avoid, especially when she is griping about the lavish weddings that took place during the summer.
His summer didn't go the way he wanted, either. Harry didn't ask him to be in his wedding, neither did his brothers. So he and Lav sat on the sidelines while most of their class married and partied.
Now school was back in session. Neither Harry nor Hermione were in any of his classes. He was stuck with Neville, Seamus, Parvarti, Dean and Lav. St. Rosa and Malfoy were still in his classes and still had it out for him.
This is the second week back and already Ron is hopelessly lonely. Granted, most of last year, the trio was split up, but they were still coming to the wedding.
He knew that Hermione had to keep to their rooms during meals, but why were they not in class?
Given that they both had studied so much during their summer, this year was simple for Harry. Hermione's idea of sharing every class has helped immensely with his siren. They work side by side and Hermione keeps her feet up as she is supposed to. Even if he has to keep them in his lap to make sure.
He knows that he should not enjoy this as much as he is. His wife is only like this because of Ginevra's howler. How did that delusional girl still believe that she has even a speck of a chance with him? The letter was cruel. He kept it for evidence.
Hermione,
How dare you think that you can have Harry's children. He is mine! He will be mine forever.
Face it, you are nothing but a know it all that will wither and die alone with no one to love your ugly ass.
You know Harry is more attracted to a snake than you and will be with me. If you do somehow end up having his baby, you will never be there to raise it.
I will be raising your child with your love and there is nothing you can do about it.
Leave the magical world, while you still can. You don't belong with us. You know that.
Go. Leave him let him be with the one that he really loves me.
Ginny waits outside her classes for Harry to show. They have been back to school for two weeks already. Where is he? She watched the papers. All she saw was him and that skank living it up at all the weddings of high society. She should have been there with him, instead of her.
Astoria can see that her friend has gone off the deep end. She herself, can see that Ginny's obsession with Harry has gone too far. To send a howler to the other woman, inducing an almost miscarriage, cries out to be arrested.
Even she knows that Harry will never leave the Granger girl. He is too far gone.
Ginny hangs her head and walks into the Great Hall for lunch. She sits with Greg, Astoria and Vince. "There you are. I was wondering where you went to." Greg pats the bench next to him. Over the summer, he had started to take a shine to his future wife. He knows that she is still stuck on Potter, but the bloke has moved on and his wife is pregnant. It doesn't get much more serious than that.
Lavender's wedding is next, so she is finally happy. She will be the one that is center of attention for once. She hopes nothing will happen. She was able to get a date at Gryffin's Ledge and ran with it. At the end of the week, she will be Mrs. Ronald Weasley. That is not all it's cracked up to be, but it is better than Parvarti's role. She and Seamus married three weekends ago. It was a disaster.
Sea got drunk at the reception and got sick. Parvarti's parents were not impressed. The bride, after her parents left, made another pass at her brother in law, which he promptly turned down and Padma beat some sense into her.
Ron stayed on the sidelines, shaking his head. Lavender was sad for her friend. Sea took Parvarti back to his parent's house this weekend. She is sure that was another touchy subject.
Lav has Parv as her Matron of Honor. She had no one else to ask for bridesmaids, so she asked her sisters in law. Piper and Reyna agreed. Hyla is still over seas with Charlie. They are getting back Friday night.
Ron has asked Seamus to be best man. That will be an interesting speech. Then he asked Dean and Fred. Fred only agreed out of brotherly affection, otherwise he would have declined.
Ron and her have chosen to have wizarding robes. Sadly, the shade of pink will contrast with their hair horribly. The decorations are at the Burrow waiting to be set up and the ceremony to start.
Ron stayed at school last night, the last night of freedom as a single man. This afternoon, he will marry Lavender and have to make the most of being stuck with a blonde version of his mother for the rest of his life. Unlike his mum though, Lav can't cook a lick. He floos to the Burrow and sees his brothers with their wives. They look so happy and content. Even the sour puss Percy is smiling at Audrey.
He goes upstairs to get ready with Seamus, Dean and Fred. At four, Ron is waiting at the end of the alter with a tipsy Seamus beside him. The Irishman is never without some sort of booze on him. Dean assures him that he will keep Sea off the sauce enough, not to ruin the wedding. Too bad.
Lavender walks down the aisle on her father's arm, smiling at everyone that made it. It is a small wedding in terms of guests, but a lavish one in terms of the expense. Out of all the weddings in the family, Ron's is by far the most expensive. And that is not because most of the brides' families paid. Most of the couples paid for them themselves. This one, Lavender splurged on anything and everything pink.
Jane took one look at the inside of the tent and turned to Hermione, who she was sitting next to and said, "Pep-to, anyone? It might help with the morning sickness." Hermione and Harry chuckled. They both knew that it would be an explosion in pink.
The reception was the worst yet. Every cliche occurred. Drunken Toast, followed by best man passing out; the cake was tasteless and slightly frozen; the food was bland and one could tell it was prepackaged, chicken dance and electric slide like group dances, the DJ didn't interact with the couple or the guests. It was hardly worth attending. Most guests left early, wanting to get the heck out of dodge. About half disappeared while Lavender had gone to change.
Harry, seeing that Hermione was out, quietly picked his wife up, kissed his sisters goodbye and went back to their suite at the school. He used the secret entrance, as he sensed he would run into another red head. One that he wanted to avoid at all costs.
This was another perk to being in their seventh years, Harry and Hermione, didn't have to worry about having to do Ron's homework and Ginerva has yet to realize that they are taking different classes from her brother, Nev, Lav and Parvarti.
Pink, Pink and wait a minute, more Pink!
by Rita Skeeter
I hope that Arthur Weasley owns the large marquee tent that has now held four of his son's wedding ceremonies and two receptions. This time around, it was his youngest child, Ron. The second tallest of the Weasley boys wed his girlfriend, Lavender Brown. The newest Mrs. Weasley is the daughter of Oliver and Patricia Brown, the owners of Eyelops, the owl and animal emporium.
From one look inside the wedding tent, one could decern what the bride's favorite color is, PINK! Seriously people, I love a good soft pink as much as the next woman. I even thought of getting a couple pink highlights ala Mrs Thalia Mars, but this was overload. I understand that the bride is in charge of most of the planning, but the ones that I pity are the groom, best man, groom's brother and the pregnant guests. I overheard one guest remark "Pepto, anyone?"
After some research, I found that "Pepto" is a muggle stomach remedy. The color is very close.
Getting used to the garish color scheme, I settled in for the ceremony. It was a traditional Wizarding hand fasting. That is fine and dandy, but what followed was a disaster.
The guests followed over to Gryffin's Ledge for the reception. The head table was a banquet table covered with pink goblets, napkins, tall glass vases holding huge rose topiaries in various shades of oh yeah, pink. The chairs had pink crystals wrapped around their legs. The round guest tables, covered with pink unfinished fabric. Our chairs were covered with pink gauzy fluffed covers, pink and white gingham pads. Even the lighting had a pink hue. I figure it was due to little shades over the lights.
The wedding cake was beautiful. It had large white tiers alternating with octangle tiers with pink, brown and white plaid. The bottom, top and the middle tiers had a little plaid stripe going around them. As beautiful the cake was and my favorite flavor too, it was also frozen and tasteless.
Our whole table commented on their meals being bland. One guest said that she knew that the potato salad came from a package, because she used the same one.
The DJ was boring. He didn't say anything or even look up from his equipment the whole night. The first dance was called "Babe". The other guests said that aside from a few, all the songs were from the eighties. I liked them, but that's my era. I didn't like that the only guest involvement was cheesy songs that no one danced to.
Quite a few guests, including half my table left before the toast. They missed a great laugh. The best man, Seamus Finnagan, gave a three minute toast, I timed it, that was a bunch of rambling, given that the man has a strong Irish broughe and was filled with about ten whiskeys. I have no clue how he got the bartender to serve him. At the three minute mark, groomsman Dean Thomas took his drink and no sooner, he keeled over. It was the only thing holding the guy up.
When the bride left to change, the rest left, including me. I watched Mr. Potter kiss his three sisters goodbye and carry his wife to the floo to go back to the castle.
To say that I was disappointed is an understatement. This was the first to do so. I do want to wish Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Weasley well in their married life.
Next time, I will be reporting on the Crabbe/ Goyle double wedding.
